Peephole curiosity isn’t what brought my relative to her apartment door at 3 a.m. It was the vibrations of a pounding fist on the door across the hall. Squinting to get a better assessment she recalls one hostile female (who apparently lived there) accompanied by three girls with major attitude.
From the four-letter-word threats bouncing from their mouths like basketballs, it became obvious the lease holder’s boyfriend was in her apartment entertaining another female.
The five-story building seemed to provide no way of escape for this woman. The quartet in the hall played a confident tune of patience knowing eventually she’d come out, unless they busted the door down first. It remained on the hinges but not for lack of their attempts to kick it off. The ding of the elevator opening put the commotion on pause as the ready-to-rumble crew turned to see who was coming. One of the “two” sneaker wearing women, big boned, with bloodshot eyes asked, “I’m looking for unit 504?”
“Oh? Well you must be lost ‘cause I live at 504 and I don’t know you,” the lease holder replied.
An "I’ll tear your head off and eat it for breakfast" look came over this woman, whom I'll refer to as Ms. Hennessy, as she stared down all four girls and quietly stated, “I’m fin-na knock on this door, call fa my sista and when it opens…me, her and Big Shay right here, are out! Understood!?”
Overhearing the conversation from the other side, the “other woman” slowly opened the door and they did just that. The woman presumed a goner, walked out the door without a scratch. The details of her guilt or innocence are unknown. Nonetheless, she escaped like Daniel in the lions’ den.
Her saving grace was waiting!
All of us aren’t fortunate enough to have four prowling lions standing outside the door to signify ‘maybe this isn’t the best time’ to… buy a bigger house or start a business or take that exotic vacation. So, we make our plans, put forth our efforts, and we take our seat on the plane only to find we’re not clear for takeoff.
Isn’t it only natural to have a sense of urgency for your dreams and desires to manifest? I mean, dreaming is great and all but I personally would like to wake up and experience them. I’ve had a few conversations with the clouds a time or two, “Hey God, what’s the hold up?” I ask.
But, I once heard a minister by the name of Dr. Nicholas Pearce say, “Delay doesn’t equate to denial. Time can be used to strengthen us for the difficulties that lie ahead. Some of us will need shoes of iron and brass to fulfill our true destiny. Time allows God to clear our path. Time can bring about divine intervention and supernatural connections. Waiting can be our advocate in the face of our adversary.”
Oh how true. I belted out an, “Amen!”
Dr. Pearce then led an old congregational hymn, “Father I Stretch My Hands to Thee, no other help I know…”
With that, I felt inclined to stop entertaining the seductress thoughts of impatience. To avoid my dream turning into my worst nightmare, I decided to remain faithful to waiting on God’s timing.